Idiots Finis

Idiots Finis

for Pete, Ren, & that ilk

“ . . .  even Lenin might have been surprised at how far 
these useful idiots would carry their partisanship in later years . . .” 
                                                                       —Thomas Sowell

Dictionary dot com says an “idiot” is, informally: 
“[A]n utterly foolish or senseless person.”
In Psychology, “a person of the lowest order 
In a former and discarded classification 
Of mental retardation, having a mental age 
Of less than three years old.” 

Yes, that describes the “useful idiots” I intend. 
A three-year-old-mind in the body of an adult
Is an ugly, reeking critter, whereas 
A three-year-old mind in a three-year-old 
Is fresh with delight.

Why is that?  Because the three-year-old lacks 
The years of layering on of adult rubbish 
That makes that adult idiot a stench-pot—a rancid,
Rotting, blathering bilge-water of putrid poppycock.  
Therefore,
Why continue to suffer the scent of idiots, 
Why bother talking to idiots, 
Why bother thinking about idiots, 
Or deign to explain anything to idiots?